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Ivonne’s POV

Sevrin’s smirk widened. “Now that’s the spirit.” But I didn't care

I just needed air.

Real air. Not the kind that came with perfume and tension and twenty women staring daggers into my back.

I turned on my heel, brushing past Justin before anyone could stop me. My head was pounding, my heart even worse. I couldn’t stand another second in that suffocating room full of fake smiles and fluttering lashes.

“Excuse me,” I muttered, not even glancing at Hector. I didn’t trust myself to look at him without saying something I’d regret.

But I’d barely made it halfway across the hall before I heard his voice — deep, clipped, authoritative.

“Ivonne.”

I froze, my hands curling into fists. Of course. He wasn’t going to let me go that easily.

“I need to talk to you,” he said, his tone calm but carrying that undercurrent of command that always made my spine stiffen.

“I’m not in the mood, Hector,” I shot back, not turning around. “You’ve already done enough today.”

Behind me, I
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Believe in him Ivonne. And damn Hector, talk to her openly
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  • A Luna of Ice : Reborn for vengeance    End of peace

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  • A Luna of Ice : Reborn for vengeance    Penance, pain and sacrifice

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